The Clay Connection
I believed he heard me though, because he looked from Dante to Luke and then me, before turning around and walking away.
I got to the Clay Room just as the bell went off. Miss Clara Kincaid, our Pottery teacher, walked in, her kimono flowing lazily as she moved. Her rimless spectacles sat primly on her long nose and she peered down at us – all five of us – through the lenses.
“Okay everyone, settle down. We have a new member. I’m sure you all know him from the basketball team.” She pointed at me and the other three members – because Anthony refused to pay me any attention – turned to face me.
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